Vera Claythorne And Then There Were None Novels & Stories

She can watch. Clara Vance doesn't give up easily, even if I have to burn down a whole kitchen. And when the Moon Goddess is kind enough to clear my path to Alaric's office, it would be rude not to take advantage of it. See, I respect the Gods.

The Del Fuego estate had never been quieter. The vineyard, once alive with the hum of harvest and laughter, now stood still under the weight of secrets. Maria’s pregnancy had reached its final trimester, and Jericho had doubled security around the mansion. Not because of threats from outside—but because of what was unraveling within. It began with a letter. Delivered by hand, sealed in black wax, and left anonymously at the front gate. Jericho opened it in his study, alone.

The elder vampire turned around, with the gun still in his hand, and pulled the trigger. Mason's eyes widened and he gasped as the vervain bullet pierced through his skin and became lodged in his chest. He staggered back and fell to the ground, unmoving. Harley screamed as Demitri pulled the trigger two more times to triple the dosage of vervain; making it impossible for Mason to break through.

“Are you certain?” "I wish I wasn't." My gaze never left Elana's face. Her breathing skipped, each breath shallower than the one before it. “Deadclaw was created generations ago.” Greyman said heavily. “It was never intended for ordinary wolves.” "What do you mean?" I asked him, holding her tight against me as I searched her eyes. “It was designed to kill those whose wolf genes remained dormant. Those the old world considered incomplete.” My jaw clenched. "Wolfless." Greyman sighed deeply before continuing. “The poison attacks slowly at first. It paralyzes the system, then enters the bloodstream and begins destroying every organ it reaches. Once it spreads completely, the victim begins cough

The first time I shifted was the most painful thing I've ever experienced but it doesn't hurt anymore. Nova scans the area to make sure no one else is around and expertly grabs the unconscious woman throwing her onto her own back and speeds back into the forest, "make it quick, don't make her suffer" I tell Nova. When we are far enough that no one can hear if this woman screams, Nova shakes her off her back and gives me back control. The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can.

It felt like a trap that had been set ten years ago. He reached the sub-basement doors. They were already open. The room was bathed in the cold, blue light of a dozen monitors. In the center of the room sat a heavy oak table, and on it lay the final dissolution papers of the Blackwood Trust. Clara Vance sat at the table, her posture rigid. She looked exactly like the photo Evelyn had shown—the same sharp jaw, the same dark, piercing eyes that mirrored Dante’s own. Standing behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder with a sickeningly paternal air, was Silas.

The "Void" didn't end with a bang; it ended with a transfer. Julian Thorne opened his eyes, not to the cold vacuum of space, but to the soft, Egyptian cotton sheets of the master suite in the Thorne-Vance Estate. The air didn't smell of ozone and digital debt; it smelled of expensive sandalwood, rain-washed stone, and the faint, intoxicating scent of Clara’s lavender perfume.

Angelia said urgently, “Plus…Look at the size of that wound. No she-wolf has that huge of a claw. Veronica was killed by a man.” Glen stood on the spot stiffly. There was a hopeless look in his dull eyes. Angelina approached him and carefully put a hand on his shoulder, “I know that this is traumatic for you…But Chloe is not the murder.” Glen covered his face with both hands. After a long pause, he emitted a hoarse low sob. *** The party was definitely not going to happen. Rivena and Kaelan brought in a few soldiers and together they put a white sheet over Veronica’s body.

Although vampires could conceive, it was not a common occurrence; and certainly not between a vampire and a human. Claus was eagerly waiting for their return. Kira had barely entered the main room and introduced him to Agatha before he ordered her to the bedroom to bond. She and Agatha exchanged looks as she obediently followed him. As much as Agatha would have liked to stop the process, she knew that it was the only way to get Claus to help Edwin. She’d hated Lord Malcolm Jameson for three-hundred years and didn’t think she could hate him even more until she watched her friend’s slumped shouldered figure disappear behind closed doors with her soon to be mate.

**A Fractured Truth** The mansion had been eerily quiet since the ritual. It was as though the house itself had taken a deep breath, relieved of the darkness that once haunted its halls. Ethan, Sophia, and Clara tried to return to a semblance of normalcy. But a lingering unease remained, a nagging feeling that something was left undone. Clara sat by the window in the library, flipping through the journal she had come to loathe. Every page felt heavier than the last, a reminder of the shadows that had nearly consumed her. Yet, one entry caught her eye—a passage she had overlooked before.